Completely unaware of the ledge that connected the store to the main hallway, Oneironaut was almost undone. The bulk of his attention was set upon the corner in front of him, his eyes watching the smoke begin to thin out, beckoning for him to take a look inside the store and see if the unresponsive no-name was still able to continue the spar, or was ready to log out of the program. His grip tightened on the card in his hand and he stood up straight, ready to take the chance and make his way back into the store.
Then something caught his eye. It was as if a dark rain drop had fallen out of the sky, inches in front of his face. Involuntarily, his eyes were drawn down to the floor, seeing the dark, crimson liquid spatter against the white tile which lined the floor for as far as could be seen. It was blood...and it wasn't his. A bit perplexed by this, Oneironaut might have almost taken a moment too long to try to assess what this meant, but his reaction was quickened by the sound of "Die you worthless Bitch!" coming down on him from over-head.
His head snapped upward, his tri-limbed opponent dropping down toward him like a stone, a deadly string of no-name's wild slashes separating the two combatants. His eyes widened in surprised, knowing that there was little - if any - time to react. Had no-name not called out to him, upon attack, O probably would have been caught completely off-guard. But, since he did, he left him with a split second to pull off a last-ditch defense.
Oneironaut's legs collapsed under him. It would seem as if he was just going to lay on his back, directly beneath the falling, knife-wielding man. As his upper-body dropped, though, his right hand launched the razor-edged six of spades straight up into the air, flicking it the short distance toward no-name's face, giving the man an obstacle to pass before reaching his intended target. Now, since the two men were heading in the same direction, downward, this bought Oneironaut an extra split second, one that might prove to be the deciding factor of who comes out of this engagement victorious.
His eyes locked on no-name's as Oneironaut's shoulders fell to the floor, legs curling up and positioning themselves over the top of his body. He was sure to wait until no-name's knives were less than a foot from him, crossing his arms over his face, just in case his counter-attack failed, and no-name's knives found their way to him. Then, he swung both legs up over himself, using that extra moment to make sure he didn't throw his legs directly into the path of no-name's knives. He knew that his leg reach was longer than no-name's arms so, if all went right, no-name's blades would stop just short of O's body, and the man would be catapulted through the air with the double kick launched up at him from O' whose body was positioned so that only his shoulder blades and the back of his head were touching the ground.
He let out a mighty kiai with the kick, throwing all of the power of his quads into it. He wasn't sure where exactly no-name would land, if the kick connected with his upper-chest from below, as intended, but there was surely enough force behind it to send him flying for an untold distance.
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